C991 Tibetan Grand Renascence

"Difficult... Ugh … Cha … "Pang …"

An aged voice came from Yu Wuyu's mouth as he chanted a mysterious old rune. The compass in his hand instantly glowed with a hundred zhang of light as it shot up to the sky.

A white power covered a radius of several dozen miles. Wherever the white light passed by, the sky and earth lost their color and the scene before their eyes instantly changed